Storytelling

Four propellers cut through the air – interminable and unending as the aircraft chased the setting sun.

Birds flew close to the white beast as it whistled above the cliff. It had done so countless times. Lights blinked and cameras focused, mapping and fixing its target: the endless dusk, high above the world.

I couldn’t place the look. It was sadness and,… desperation. Her green eyes seemed lost.

I stepped closer without realising, my instinct taking over. I didn’t breathe again until I felt her hand on my chest. She was trembling.

“Please.”

She drew back and opened the phone booth door, stepping inside and turning, her hands pressing white against the glass. I didn’t understand. Not until I saw the photograph crushed in her palm.

The picture showed a booth identical to this, steamed from within – a wet hand print on the glass.

She lifted her skirt.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Joe deSousa via Unsplash.

Another decidedly NSFW story today. No, I don’t know where the image came from. But if you want to throw me another title that piques an erotic image in your head, go ahead: pop the word in the comments section or tweet it to me @timaustin2k using the hashtag #OWOS.

Michael rose his arms to display thin plastic strips digging into his wrists.

“Pipe down, Jones. You got a time out and you take it – or do you want to go back to your cell?”

Michael Jones blew in frustration, dropping his hands to his lap and thudding the back of his head to the wall. Through the thick glass of the door he watched as orange-clad men fed metal strips into presses, their heads bent low.

The lines were long: the penance unending.

“No Sir,” Michael sighed. “I do not.”

(c) Tim Austin. Image by Miguel A Ramirez via Unsplash.

Not being political, not being political, not being political,………

My generous thanks to long-time follower and supporter of the OWOS project Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies. Check out her poetry here – I can’t recommend it highly enough.

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Today’s story title was donated by the wonderful K.M. Joshi – graphic designer and musician. You can find him and follow him (you stalkers, you!) over on Twitter @AuthorKMJoshi. Suggest your own one word title by popping a comment below or tweeting me @timaustin2k and the next story could be yours!

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